Because his ghost resides within me,
In whom my heart beats more the heart waned,
For it were my flesh that shall make the flesh,
For it were thy blood that shall cure the blood,
As mine so boiled had utterly dissolved hence,
Greeted again this solemnly mane thus shook,
Silence beckons me again into a bending sphere,
Where all nights are tranquil as the light was,
Where I shall step outward and look there towards.

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